Attack on Titan | One shots

Number 7

"Hey there hot stuff." The tall, sharp featured boy rounded the corner of the boy's locker room leaning against the wall, not caring if anyone heard what he just said or not. Luckily, nobody was left in there. Everyone had gone out to eat after the Titans big season premier victory. Except for Marco that is. Jean never understood why Marco didn't go out with the rest of his team. Share the victory. If it were Jean he would go to brag about his skills and excellent moves. But Marco wasn't one for taking credit. He just said that he didn't like crowds. When Jean would keep pushing he just said that he'd rather celebrate with Jean. That shut him up. Jean and Marco had been dating for 6 months now, and had been best friends since they were 12. They were 17 now. Jean would never admit it, but behind his cool expression, he was over the moon. Jean has been in love with Marco for 5 years. He hadn't even known he was into guys before Marco came around. He did still check out chicks, of witch Marco hated, by the way, and had zero interest in other guys, but Marco was different. It wasn't about being gay or straight. It was just... love. If anyone asked he'd say he was straight. Just with a boyfriend.
The boy's locker room stank of sweat and the lights gave out a faded glow. There were rows of lockers and benches were all the gear was kept, and a thin stream if water could be seen escaping from the shower areas. The walls were of grayish brick and the air conditioner gave off an annoying buzz. Standing in front of one if the tall blue lockers was Marco Bodt, number 7 of the Titans football team. He was shy and careful, and very very kind. The exact opposite of Jean. Jean was hot-tempered outgoing, and kind of mean. He loved to brag and show off. Marco never took credit and sat by as others took his. Exact opposites. And yet the fit perfectly together. Marco calmed Jean down, and Jean fired Marco up. Marco was currently shirtless, swelling muscles covering his body. His black hair was parted in the middle and damp with either water or sweat, Jean couldn't really tell. Marco looked up, his soft brown eyes meeting Jeans sharp ones. Scrunching his eyebrows, a small smile spread across his face. "Don't call me that." He stood up from were he sat and grabbed a shirt out of his locker shutting it gently, unlike all of his other teammates, who slam them shut so hard, the whole row rattles. "I speak the truth." Jean replied giving Marco a toothy grin. Marco just shook his head and smiled back leaning down to kiss Jean. Jeans arms were crossed across his chest and he smiled into the kiss, pleased. Marco pressed towards him and Jean stood flat against the wall, uncrossing his arms to wind them around Marco's neck, his finger threading through his silky black hair. Jean loved Marco's hair. The soft, silkyness of it. Jeans hair was styled into a two- toned undercut, his hair looking like a mop of wet straw slapped onto his head. He hated it. No mater what products he used his hair was always dry and stringy.
Jean remembered this one time when Marco and him had celebrated easter together. It was really hot outside, even though it only was early april, and they were helping out and an easter egg hunt event for little kids. Jeans hair had been longer at the time, hanging down into his eyes. Jean never actually wanted to be there, he was only helping because Marco wanted to, and they did everything together. So, while everyone else was placing out eggs on the lawn of the hotel that was hosting the event, Jean found himself taking a nap behind a stack of logs. He ended up sleeping heavily, and Marco even told him he'd drooled. Of course Jean would shrug that off with a "Oh I don't drool." As a punishment for falling asleep, Marco had painted his face to a very sloppy bunny, and putting his hair in a ponytail in the middle of his forehead. They ended up having a very grumpy easter bunny. Jean laughed against Marco's mouth at the thought. "What?" Marco asked, pulling away and chuckling at Jeans laugh. "I was just thinking about something funny." Jean answered leaning in to kiss Marco again. "Hmm" Marco hummed against Jeans mouth. Lockdown was in 5 minutes, but at this moment, none of them cared. Their kisses went from soft and gentle to rough and hard. Jean pulled Marco further down towards him, tugging hard at his hair, his eyes squeezed shut. Marcos hands roamed over Jeans back, one of them finding it's way to the hem of Jeans shirt, tugging at it and occasionally letting the tips of his finger slip under to touch the soft surface of Jean's back. Someones tongue slid into someones mouth and then they were full on making out. They were interrupted by a sudden buzz of electricity and with an hollow 'click' the lights went out. Marco pulled back with an "Oops" and Jean just giggled. That's right. Giggled. Jean's Oh, so mighty and charming laugh was just for show. His real laugh was a snorting giggle, highly unattractive, if you asked him. Marco, of course, thought it was cute. The couple broke apart and Marco threw on a shirt, grabbed his bag and headed towards the door, a still grinning Jean on his heels. Looks like the'd have to climb the fence again.